John Heywood

A Prisoner

In prison, a prisoner condemned to die, 
And for execution waiting daily, 
In his hands for worms looking on a day, 
Smiling to himself these words did say: 
“Since my four quarters, in four quarters shall stand,   
Why harm I these seely worms eating my hand?
Nought else in this deed do I, but myself show 
Enemy to the worm and friend to the crow.”